(flings a knight's corpse at Bowen and Gilbert) That's all that's left of the last dragon-slayer who tangled with me! If I were you, I'd quit while I was ahead!

Come, visit the woods! (drags Bowen through the trees)

I don't want to kill you, I never did! And I don't want you to kill me! How do we gain? If you win, you lose a trade. If I win, I wait around for the next sword-slinger thirsting to carve a reputation out of my hide. And I'm tired of lurking in holes and skulking in darkness. I'm gonna let you up now. And if you insist, we can pursue this fracas to its final stupidity. Or... you can listen to my alternative.

Long ago, when man was young and the dragon already old, the wisest of our race took pity on man. He gathered together all the dragons, making them vow to watch over man, always. And at the moment of his death, the night became alive with those stars. [points towards the constellation Draco] And thus was born the Dragons' Heaven. But when we die, not all dragons are admitted to this shining place. No, we have to earn it. And if we don't, our spirit disappears as if we never were. And that's why I shared my life force with a dying boy - so I would reunite man and dragon, and ensure my place among my ancient brothers of the sky. But... my sacrifice became my sin.

When you squeeze the nobilty, it's the peasants that feel the pinch.

(regarding Sir Eglamore) I merely chewed in self defense, but I never swallowed.

(at the end) And in the days following Draco's sacrifice, Bowen and Kara led the people in a time of justice and brotherhood. As I remember it now, those were golden years warmed by an unworldly light. And when things became the most difficult, Draco's star shown more brightly for all of us who knew where to look!

Draco: You will never win until Einon's evil is destroyed, and to do that, you must destroy me!

Bowen: No.

Draco: Once you swore your sword and service were mine, to call when I had need of you, to ask what I would of you. I hold you to your vow, knight! [looking aside] He's coming. Coming to stop you! Strike before it's too late!

[Kara approaches, shaking her head and trying to dissuade Bowen]

Bowen: You are the last.

Draco: My time is over! Strike!

Bowen: You are my friend.

Draco: Then as my friend, STRIKE, PLEASE!

Bowen: I can't.

Draco: Then I will make you! [starts snarling and clawing at Bowen] Fight back, dragon-slayer! Defend yourself!

Bowen: [distraught] What now, Draco? Without you, what do we do? Where do we turn?